Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call 

• Quinn: I'm willing to take a bet that I lost half of my to some bonfire that was the product of some serious Senioritis, but it doesn't surprise me that you kept them, even that B you didn't exactly earn.
• Quinn: Like the African Savanna or the Serengeti equipped with lions and other angry animals? Yeah, sure. I might be only have joking on that. *Nods* At least that's what they say. *Smiles* Never doesn't sit well, no.
• Rachel: I'm sure that it wouldn't have been dramatic enough to simply shred all of those assignments and throw them out. *Chuckles* I like to keep things that are important to me...thus the storage unit somewhere in Lancaster...
• Rachel: That's only a slight exaggeration, Quinn. *Shakes head* Well, I'm usually not one to take what "they" say to heart, but I think I'll make an exception in this case. *Pauses* Actually, since we're planning on discussing things sometime soon...would you happen to have time off from the library any time soon? Some things should probably be discussed in person, though I completely understand if you have work or wouldn't want to make the trip into the city, or if it would be too soon, or...

Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call 

• Quinn: See? Them keeping mementos could definitely work in your favor when people all around the country are fawning over how much tenacity you had even that young. It might be the day that word processing class from high school finally turns out to be useful.
• Quinn: I'm willing to bet most any place is better than here, actually. If Rachel Berry has a will, there's a way. *Chuckles, rolling her eyes* Okay, okay, some overdue change was made and now we can start on an overdue win.
• Rachel: They will be quite useful, and I must admit that I do have nearly every assignment saved from that course. Minus the one that I somehow received a B on, I still refuse to believe that was a fair grade.
• Rachel: I'm sure there are worst places, but...there have always been very few redeeming qualities about Lancaster. *Smirks* Much, much overdue. Better late than never though, right? *Mumbles* I don't think that I could have handled never...

Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call 

• Quinn: Some might have never made it. I mean, if I ever have kids, I plan on saving everything, crayon-written letters to Santa or complaints about faulty jungle gym sets included. That doesn't surprise me at all, that even a six year old Rachel was both well-versed and taking the initiative to call out a huge company. They might take it a little more seriously if you use ink this time.
• Quinn: It's better than dull, boring, stereotypical-product-of-Lancaster, right? I do. /We/ do. There's still a way to go, but it'll work out. *Drops her gaze to the floor, trying to formulate an appropriate response* It might be the first time there's ever been a win-win situation for the two of us.
• Rachel: Well, they will probably need them in the future, when they're inevitably interviewed on their celebrity daughter's childhood. I'll be sure to do that, and use some sort of official letterhead. At the very least, they should install astroturf as a safety precaution.
• Rachel: In most ways, it's certainly better than Lancaster. I'm confident that we will. *Smiles* Or the first time that we're both willing to - *Clears throat* A win-win situation for the both of us was well overdue.

Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call 

• Quinn: Some things never change, do they? I'm willing to bet the Berrymen have plenty of crayon-written letters declaring a violation of the rights of a six year old Rachel that didn't make it as far as the company itself, not to say that you didn't have some excellent suggestions for improvement for them. I should hope so.
• Quinn: Why would they leave? I'm sure you could convince them to stick around with your cooking alone, but I agree with you on that bit. Like I said, finding people you can trust in a place like New York is bound to be difficult. *Takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly* Right. We do have time, don't we? I-yeah, there's more than a few things to worry about. I plan on making them up, fixing them, whatever. In time. *Mumbling* Oh, I know. *Picks up her jaw after a moment and continues* No, no, it's fine. Are you sure after that game of Monopoly? I'm pretty positive there's no way for Rachel Berry to lose.
• Rachel: Are you insinuating that the letters were never sent, or that they never made it far? I can say that I sent a carefully worded letter at the age of ten to an organic soymilk company regarding their misleading packaging, and managed to receive a coupon and apology in return. I'm sure that my six year old self would have been just as effective. Though that does explain why the jungle gym still stands...I may have to write another letter.
• Rachel: Well, I've been told that I can be somewhat intense. *Bites her lip* In time. Okay. As long as we plan on...fixing it. Whatever it is. *Picks at the couch* Well, letting you catch me wouldn't necessarily mean that I would be losing.

Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call 

• Quinn: Someone needs to keep medical kit companies in business...or something, rather. The number of scraped knees and crying children product of that jungle gym is unbelievable. You won't be sorry.
• Quinn: You could, uh, put out an ad for a roommate. That's pretty much a sure-fire way to pick yourself a friend that will stick around...But I'm sure your neighbors could fit that bill when they're not abusing substance. *Trails off, listening to Rachel and trying to keep her breathing at a normal rate* I honestly don't know what else there was to expect from giving you that letter; I know I left so, so much unanswered and *Pauses* it's harder to envision a future when the present is in shambles. Things are less in ruin now, to a point, and I'm just now realizing how 20/20 hindsight is and how horrible this whole situation has been. And for that I owe you an apology more than a telephone call can convey so just...I promise that we'll talk about it. Soon. *Lets out a small, nervous laugh that's more like a breath than anything humorous* I-I don't think I would ever let you go farther than I could catch you.
• Rachel: I'm sure that the band-aid companies are doing just fine with skateboards and bicycles in existence. That jungle gym nearly cost me my life. I'm surprised that they didn't remove it after receiving my letter...though it was written in crayon. I trust your literary judgment.
• Rachel: That could work...though I'm not sure that anybody would be willing to pay to live with me, they would likely flee within the first week, and I'm not so sure that I would be willing to have a complete stranger rearrange my cereals and possibly steal my shampoo. *Shuts her eyes, letting out a shaky sigh* There are a few things to be answered, but...we have time. I just - I would say that you don't have to apologize, but - later. *Smiles* I can run faster than you might expect, my legs are oddly long for my stature. *Pauses* Though I can't say that I wouldn't let you catch me...*Clears her throat* Sorry.

Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call 

• Quinn: Taking into account some intents and purposes, it /is/ a pretty nice town from a real-estate stand point. If you can get past the ridiculous people, then it's a great place to live. I can handle Brontosaurus if you revere her properly, and get back to me on what you think of the book.
• Quinn: You live in a big city now, Rach. They'll probably be grateful that they got placed with a spontaneous singer instead of a crackhead or heavy metal drummer, so I'm sure you'll make some thankful friends. *Toes at the doormat with her shoe, thinking* I...I couldn't just leave things the way they were, Rachel. I don't know if I can handle getting into the details right now, but I wrote it for a reason: you deserved better.
• Rachel: It is a nice neighborhood, and the schools are decent...the parks are nice, minus the death trap known as a jungle gym. That sounds like a fair deal, I'll be sure to ask for it when I visit the book store again.
• Rachel: I should hope that I'm favorable to a crack head...I'll be sure to keep that in mind when I practice in the evenings. I haven't quite made any friends yet, but I have time. *Gulps, attempting to scrounge up a few words* I - I don't know what to say. We don't have to discuss it now, if you're not ready, but...we both deserved differently, Lancaster just made it difficult to get that, but that can change, I think, and...and you said details later, sorry. Just...can we promise that we will talk about this, whatever it may be? I realize that I've been more inclined to tiptoe around things when it comes to you, but now I'm here now and you're there, and I don't want to lose you. Not that I have you, by any means, I'm merely...I'm rambling. I apologize. *Sighs, rubbing her temples*

It’s interesting to hear the various forms of rejection at auditions. 

There are quite a few ways of saying no, it seems.

My parents called today and asked when I’ll be coming home for a visit 

charmingstjames:

Wait, he didn’t tell you? Well…. Surprise? I think he just needs to get out of this town. We both do. We’ve been looking into apartments. I think it’s really going to happen.

It certainly will be a nice change of scenery…and I hope that you two do make it. Not merely for selfish reasons, but you could both flourish more outside of Lancaster. Not that there aren’t opportunities for you there, but…it’s freeing in a way, not surprisingly.

Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call 

• Quinn: I'm beginning to think that it wouldn't be such a tragedy if the whole village just sort of fell right off of the map and into some fiery pit, or if some poison found the water main...but that's just the built up resentment talking. I think it'd be your sort of classic, supposed tragic, forbidden love and family ties.
• Quinn: In a way, I'd imagine the anonymity is pretty nice for the first time in your life. I know you're a fan of the limelight and all, but lying low sounds like a good way to go. *Feels her heart rate pick up despite the fact that she was mostly aware of what was coming, takes a deep breath* And how...how did that go?
• Rachel: I would agree if my fathers and other important people didn't insist on continuing to live there. Ah, that sounds like just my cup of tea, Brontosaurus could very well become a favorite of mine...especially if I can continue to refer to him as Brontosaurus without you correcting me.
• Rachel: It's nice for the first few days, but I'm sure that they'll be tearing down my door as soon as I start with my random outbursts and breaking into song at all hours. They'll wish that the dresser had trapped me, after all. *Resists the urge to pace around the room again* It...went well...? *Shakes her head* I just - I'm not quite sure what to say. I'm glad that you wrote it...that you wrote to me at all...I meant to see you before I left, but...

My parents called today and asked when I’ll be coming home for a visit 

charmingstjames:

She’s a very charming person. When she isn’t threatening her poor fiance.

If you come across a card that says, “Sorry Mom and Dad, I’m in love with a man and I faked my wedding so please stop asking about my wife!” then by all means, let’s go with that.

Well, I wasn’t aware that you two would be moving to New York, I’m going to assume that Blaine couldn’t find a “Dearest Sister, my boyfriend that happens to have fake-married your….something…and I are moving to the city and…” nevermind, that would have been quite a complex card.